The Second Jungle Book, الصفحات 26-32Century Company, 1895 - 324 من الصفحات The Second Jungle Book is a sequel to The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. First published in 1895, it features five stories about Mowgli and three unrelated stories, all but one set in India, most of which Kipling wrote while living in Vermont. All of the stories were previously published in magazines in 1894-5, often under different titles. The book is less well-known than the original. |
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Adjutant Akela ankus Bagheera Baloo Bandar-log blood boat Brahmin buck Buldeo called Chil cried cubs dark dead Death deep deer dhole eyes Fear feet fight floe follow foot Gavial girl Gond grass Gray Brother Hairless hand Hathi head hear heard hunters hunting Inuit Jackal Jungle Kaa's Kadlu Kanhiwara Karela kill knew knife Kotuko lair laughed leaped Little Brother looked Man-cub Man-Pack Messua Messua's husband miles mouth Mowgli Mugger Mugger-Ghaut Mysa Nathoo never night Pack Phao Purun Bhagat Rains Red Dog remember river rock round SECOND JUNGLE BOOK Sedna Seeonee Shere Khan shoulder side singing skin sleep sleigh smell snow song stone stood tail talk thee thine things thou art thou hast Tigers tornaq trail trees turn village voice Waingunga wait wild wolf wolves Won-tolla
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الصفحة 101 - Jungle swallowed up the walls,' said Hathi. 'And what more, besides?' said Mowgli. 'As much good ground as I can walk over in two nights from the east to the west, and from the north to the south as much as I can walk over in three nights, the Jungle took.
الصفحة 34 - Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is — Obey ! "A SERVANT WHEN HE REIGNETH" (For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear.
الصفحة 31 - Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
الصفحة 299 - The fight went on till one wolf ran away, and Mowgli sat alone on the torn and bloody ground looking now at his knife, and now at his legs and arms, while the feeling of unhappiness he had never known before covered him as water covers a log. He killed early that evening and eat but little, so as to be in good fettle for his spring running, and he eat alone because all the Jungle People were away singing or fighting. It was a perfect white night, as they call it. All green things seemed to have made...
الصفحة 54 - He knew for a certainty that there was nothing great and nothing little in this world : and day and night he strove to think out his way into the heart of things, back to the place whence his soul had come.
الصفحة 32 - Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep; And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep. The jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown, Remember the Wolf is a hunter - go forth and get food of thine own. Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle - the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear; And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair. When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the...
الصفحة 193 - Very softly down the glade runs a waiting, watching shade, And the whisper spreads and widens far and near ; And the sweat is on thy brow, for he passes even now — He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear...
الصفحة 319 - Man goes to Man at the last, though the Jungle does not cast him out.' The Four looked at one another and at Mowgli, puzzled but obedient. 'The Jungle does not cast me out, then?
الصفحة 47 - Purun Bhagat saw an eagle swoop across the gigantic hollow, but the great bird dwindled to a dot ere it was half-way over. A few bands of scattered clouds strung up and down the valley, catching on a shoulder of the hills, or rising up and dying out when they were level with the head of the pass. And "Here shall I find peace,
الصفحة 293 - People quiver to their roots, and the winter hair comes away from their sides in long, draggled locks. Then, perhaps, a little rain falls, and all the trees and the bushes and the bamboos and the mosses and the juicy-leaved plants wake with a noise of growing that you can almost hear, and under this noise runs, day and night, a deep hum. That is the noise of the spring - a vibrating boom which is neither bees, nor falling water, nor the wind in treetops, but the purring of the warm, happy world.